Getting Settled
We woke with sunlight pouring in through the narrow windows and now alone. Refreshed and rested, we took our time and now ‘made love’ simply enjoying holding one another close and caressing each other as we kissed. Cedric and Ivar had slipped away while we slept, they returned as I emerged from the garderobe, both now dressed in head to toe black latex.
“We’ve brought a light breakfast, sirs,” Cedric announced. “His lordship’s compliments. He hopes you’ll join him and Mr Pierre for lunch at one.”
“Thanks.” I realised I wasn’t wearing my watch. “What’s the time now?” Hesitating, I added, “And thank you both for last night.”
“It was a pleasure, sir.” Smiling, he bowed. “It’s our destiny and we look forward to serving you for as long as we may.”
“Let’s hope it’s going to be a long and wonderful friendship.”
Grant joined me, slipping his arms around my waist as he stood behind me, his chin on my shoulder. “I like that thought.” Nipping my neck, he added, “And I’m starving.”
“There’s no shower or bath in this tower, sirs.” Cedric informed us. “However, there’s a stone tub in which your predecessors have washed in preparation to dress after their acceptance.” Drawing aside the tapestry carefully, he revealed an alcove in which squatted the ‘tub’ resembling the floor pan of a shower. “We have this water-based washing agent.” Ivar held up two large bottle jugs as Cedric continued. “If you apply it liberally to each other, you will find it quite refreshing and it conditions your skin as well.”
“Sounds great.” Grant took one of the bottles and stepped into the alcove. “Coming, love?”
Taking the second bottle, I followed. Cedric was right, the lotion cleaned us beautifully, and left us feeling ready to face the world. They had our ‘morning attire’ laid out and ready as we emerged, and in no time at all I found myself wearing thin cotton stockings, with tan latex leggings, a heavy codpiece, a light cotton open necked shirt, with a deeper tan coat of heavier latex over it and a pair of sturdy shoes on my feet. I turned to find Grant similarly attired.
“Comfortable, sir?” Stepping back Cedric ran his eyes over my outfit. “The style suits you, sir.”
“Feels good too.” Checking my reflection in the full length mirror, I took Grant’s hand. “Happy, love?”
“Over the moon. This outfit is amazing.” Kissing my cheek he asked, “What now?”
“I suggest Ivar shows you to your suite, sir. The heir’s rooms are in the East wing, his lordship’s are in the West wing. I believe his lordship wishes to discuss some estate business with you, sir, and Mr Pierre wishes to have the pleasure of showing Mr Grant the house and amenities.”
“Then I’d best not keeping him waiting.” What he’d said about our ‘suite’ registered. “We’re not staying in the room I was in on my last visit?”
“No, sir. That is one of the guest rooms.” Cedric smiled. “Your suite as the Heir is more suited to your status.” Indicating Ivar at the entrance to the tower chamber, he finished, “If you’ll follow Ivar, sirs, he’ll show you to your suite and then show you to his lordship.”
Our ‘suite’ took up half of one floor of the East wing. Aside from the huge bedroom there was a ‘sitting room’, two dressing rooms and a bathroom with both a shower and a free standing double bath. We’d just returned to the sitting room when Pierre tapped on the door.
“Everything to your satisfaction?” He asked, smiling as he entered, his tight plumb coloured latex leggings, a yellow silk shirt and a brown jacket with his feet in neat light brown half boots. His silver and black collar looked perfectly natural as it encircled his throat. “I thought I’d give Grant a tour of the house while you and Gus get to grips with managing the place.”
“Satisfaction?” We laughed. “We’re still a bit overwhelmed and,” hugging Grant, I continued, “Recovering …”
“Ah, yes,” Pierre grinned. “It is a bit intense.” Offering a hand to Grant, he said over his shoulder to me, “It took Gus and I a couple of days to recover, mind you, we were a little older when it landed on us. He’s in his study — next to the library.”
“Off the library?” I tried to recall my mental map of the place. I could visualise a large room lined with bookshelves floor to ceiling, and recalled it was in the ‘new’ main building.
“Yes. The door into it is next to the spiral stairs that take you up to the gallery.”
Orienting myself, I set off. It was quite a long walk taking me past several guest rooms, down a flight of stairs, then into the Long Gallery that ran the length of the Palladian ‘new’ main house. This connects the East and West wings and gives access to the main entrance hall and grand staircase and. The ‘State’ apartments that are situated on either ‘end’ of the building.
The Long Gallery houses the portraits of the successive Lords along it’s length, each depicted in an outfit the clearly showed their taste fetish wear — the early one’s in tight leather — and bondage. All of them wore elaborate chastity belts and opposite each portrait was a half life sized statue of their partners, all shown wearing bondage harness, a collar and carrying the end of a chain attached to the collar.
The door to Gus’s study was not immediately obvious, but I found it, knocked and entered to find Gus seated at an ornate desk working his way down a pile of books and papers. He wore a striking outfit of royal blue leggings topped with a white cotton shirt and a pale blue cravat with a stylish dark blue latex jacket.
“Good, you’ve survived,” he greeted with a laugh. “I’m afraid there’s now no doubt that you’re the heir and Grant is Cadow’s successor at your side. Congratulations.” Hugging me, he rang a bell. “Something refreshing I think, then I can explain all this …” Waving a hand over the pile of documents he laughed. “It’s not really as onerous as it looks.”
“Survived? I think so!” Laughing I took the seat he indicated as the bondage suited figure of Andrew entered. “Cedric explained the tapestries to us …”
“You enjoyed fulfilling them?” Nodding to Andrew, who’d entered through another door, he said, “We have our heir, Andrew. I’ve no doubt he’ll ensure you are well cared for in due time. Please bring us some tea.”
The bondage suited figure bowed to Gus, then turned toward me. Now I could see that this was no ordinary bondage suit. Of very thick and evidently reinforced latex it encased him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. It was skintight, and moulded to his body. Zips ran up the outside of his legs and arms, the sliders locked in place and heavy cuffs at his elbows, knees and ankles hinted at full restraint. His hands were encased in flat and evidently rigid mitts and his head covered by a tight hood. A half muzzle of the kind Grant loved covered his mouth and chin, but his penis was contained in a shiny steel moulding and his balls were covered by a steel globe attached to the cock casing.
“Gnnngh, goo noo goo …” Pausing he bowed, adding, “Gee uh gnnn uuuh.”
“Yes, thank you, Andrew. Bring the tea, please.” Gus interrupted. When Andrew had gone, he smiled sadly. “Poor lad. He worries that we’ll turn him out, or will send him to an asylum.He’s fairly happy here, and despite appearances actually chooses his own restraints each day.”
“I remember you saying he has satyriasis?”
“Yes. He has a few days a week when he’s almost normal. Other times … well, it needs three partners to cope with him at night.” He chuckled. “The other lads have a sort of roster for sharing his bed. He’s more or less insatiable. Loves to suck a cock, have his own sucked and to be fucked.”
“You mentioned his father brought this on him?”
“He did. Idiot thought he could get around it — as you’ve probably realised, all our offspring are ‘gay’ to various degrees. Some more bisexual than ‘gay’. The majority that do take a ‘wife’ usually marry someone either lesbian or borderline and offspring tend to run to girls, who like the males are also fetish lovers at the very least. Anyway, Andrew’s father thought he could beat the curse and embarked on a cockamamie scheme to ‘convert’ his son to being straight. He engaged a group that believed they could use something called ‘Conversion Therapy’. They tried. For a full year.” He paused as Andrew returned with a tray and the tea in a silver pot, cups and the sugar bowl and milk. “And you see the result. It had the opposite effect! When I learned what was going on, I intervened. As Andrew was then a minor, the law ran its course.” Stopping as the bondage suited figure returned he smiled. As the young man parked the tray on a spindle legged table, Gus added, “Thank you, Andrew. You may find Terence in the stable playroom and let him please you.”
The rest of the morning was spent immersed in the estate books and correspondence. Clearly I was going to have a lot to deal with. Gus laughed when I mentioned this as we finished.
“Yes, but at least you’ll not have the situation I inherited. My predecessor didn’t give me an opportunity to ‘understudy’ this and I had to piece it all together for myself. Fortunately I was already working in the City as a Trader …” Standing, he locked the desk. “Otherwise I think I’d have had a lot of trouble. Once I’d found my feet I decided my heir would NOT have the same problem.”
“Thank you!” My relief showed. “I’m not sure I could have coped with all of this without any sort of introduction.” Laughing, I added, “Especially on top of living in rubber, in a fetish paradise and with a libido like mine. How did you cope?”
“With difficulty — and a lot of support from my beloved Pierre.” Acknowledging the hooded and harnessed young man, his semi-tumescent penis hanging free, who opened the door to the dining room antechamber, he continued, “And, of course, the staff here who share our fetish, our libido and our home.”
Grant and Pierre were waiting, and we all followed Gus to the table and a beautifully prepared lunch served by two more youths in hoods, harnesses and heavy chastity belts.
We ate at a leisurely pace, lingering over the final espresso as the table was cleared.
“I suggest you take Grant for a walk in the park.” Gus said as we all stood. Grinning he added, “There’s a grotto I think you’ll both find interesting.” Taking Pierre’s hand, he continued, “We generally take tea at about four, followed by a little amusement … You’re welcome to join us, unless you’re enjoying the park of course. Dinner is at seven, but Cedric will expect you to change for it around six!” Kissing Pierre, he smiled. “Enjoy yourselves.”
